Here I am again,
Sitting outside,
In the middle of the night,
For hours with no end,
Thinking about my life!
Then I ask myself,
How can I go from happy to sad?
From seeing light to being blinded by black?
From being with friends then being lonely and depressed?
All I can answer is that this is the story of my life.
Every night I want to cry,
To let it all out,
To show the sadness that haunts me
Day and night.
Every night,
I wonder.
Will I ever be free?
Of the shadow that hovers over me?
Every night,
I wish,
To smile a sincere smile,
And to have it for a while.
And every night,
I dream,
Of a life that I can be proud to call,
Mine…
